Sunday, April 19, 2015

The mosses are thick with Spring's coming ...

The mosses are thick with Spring's coming ... they horde themselves in great colonies along the ridges of the exposed quartz veins near the western wall ... to the great forest they abide within they are a diminutive aspect ... yet their canopy harbors a world only a changeling holds the riddle tongue to ... nearby blooms a hillside spread of Aud Man's Bells spread out just shy of a phaery's foot apart ... and as far as one's eyes can see ... neon purple nodding nectar fountains ... their blue eyed blossoms hanging heavy with the first feast for the army of Bumble Bees since last fall ... they are amassed around the perimeter of the great circle surrounded with wild bleeding hearts ... Dutchman's Britches ... the pink of infancy still upon them ... the Queen butterfly passes by in pairs pausing to sip from the flower fountains before being on her way ...
#NaPoWriMo 19
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